134 LIFE IN IRELAND 



Cross heads three, 



Said Captain Grammachree, 



'Tis useless to be melancholy ; 

 In the morning we '11 rise, 

 When the Sun lights the skies, 



And away to the park to be jolly. 



The sun rose in splendour over every part of Ireland, 

 except that which it did not shine upon. The moun- 

 tains of MouRNE kept his rays from Downshire, the 

 CuNAMARA hills precluded him from Galway, and the 

 smoke of Dublin doubled his efforts to illumine the 

 County of Wicklow. Nevertheless Patrick Mooney 

 roused his master before eight, dressed his hair, and 

 put on his steel-hilted sword, all ready for the castle. 

 Sir Shawn met him in the breakfast parlour. As a 

 Baronet, he was splendidly attired, and his star 

 appeared conspicuous ; Brian had none, but he had 

 the phiz of an honest country squire, and as they 

 walked to the carriage arm in arm, Mooney exclaimed, 

 — 'There goes Ireland Polished, and Unpolished, 

 both pure diamonds.' Mooney pressed up behind, 

 and tipt Coachee. 'To the Castle.' ' Arrah blood and 

 turf,' said Mooney, as he let down the step at the 

 Castle gate, 'is this the Castle? by the piper that 

 pleased Moll Casey, it is more like a stable, my 

 master's is a castle indeed, but ' — ' Silence,' said 

 Brian, 'and attend me.' The old Birmingham 

 Tower caught Mooney's eye, and he naturally con- 

 cluded it was a prison. ' For the love of Judy,' said 

 he, 'that you left in Connaught, don't go near that 

 place, all the Irish apostles were crucifixion'd in it, 

 body and bones, and by the powers of Moll Kelly ' — 



